A/N: So, I changed my username because I hated the old one. I'm not particularly fond of this one, but it's my favorite drink, so I don't hate it that much. Anyway, after next week, updated will go from the regular 4 days to only Friday and Saturday. My schedule is a bit busier than I expected, but the minute I go back on vacation, I'll update 4 times in a week again.

Chapter 21

"Are you coming to my match today?" Amber rolled her eyes when she heard his voice. She picked up her phone without checking who it was, and of course, it was Jon. In all honesty, she completely forgot about his match, and she quite frankly wasn't interested in going. Not after what he did.

"Why don't you ask the girl who gave you the hickey?" She heard him sigh, followed by a string of curses. She didn't care what excuse he had; even if the hickey wasn't a hickey at all, he had no reason to invite girls over to the house.

"Like I told your mother yesterday, I got it from training; I took a dropkick that hit me right on the bone and it left a bruise," he explained, slightly annoyed. "You know where the scratches came from; you were the one who gave them to me. If someone didn't give them to me, I wouldn't be surfing couches again if you were more careful."

"Correction: you wouldn't be surfing couches again if you weren't such a fucking pig. God, I can't believe I lost my virginity you," she said angrily/

"I wanted you there 'cause I wanted some support from someone I cared about. But hey, I'm glad to hear that you regret it," he said almost too calmly.

"Oh, shut up Jon. You didn't care about me or my mother. I can see right through your bullshit, so go feed it to some other girl." She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I'm not going to your match. Goodbye, Jon."

"What are you doing here?" Amber heard a knock on the front door, and when she opened the door, Danny was standing in front of her with a big smile on his face.

"What, I can't see my girlfriend now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You said your mom wasn't home."

"I told you she went grocery shopping, and the store isn't that far from the house. You have to— God fucking dammit." Her eyes went to her mother's silver car pulling up to the house. She panicked, and started laughing nervously. "Lie," she whispered. "Whatever you do, lie about who you are, where you live, and what you do; just lie."

"You're gonna be an adult in a week, can't you—"

"Who is this?" her mother asked, eyeing Danny carefully.

Amber sighed, figuring that he couldn't lie on the spot. "This is—"

"Tyler," he said with a smile. "Tyler Harvey. I'm a friend of Jon's and he asked me to give Amber some tickets." The whole act was convincing, but she was worried that her mother would see right through it.

"Jon?" she looked down and cleared her throat. "If you wanna go to his match, go right ahead. I won't stop you." She gave them both a weak smile, then walked inside of the house.

Amber turned her attention to Danny and smiled. "Nice job. So, where do you plan on taking me now?"

"Who said I was planning to take you anywhere?" he asked with a smile.

Amber shook her head and playfully shoved him. "Why else would you say something to get me out of the house? Now spill it. Right now." She was actually excited; she couldn't stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"It wasn't completely a lie. Jon didn't send me here to give you tickets, but I have tickets to the show. They were supposed to be for me and David, but David's got a date with Amber. Not you, the… fuck it, you've met her; you know who I mean." He pulled out a ticket out of his pocket and placed it in her hands. "He might be inconsiderate, but he's still my brother. If you don't wanna go, then that's cool."

She smiled at him and tapped the ticket against her chest. "I'll go get ready."

The place was barely filled; there were only 17 other people in attendance when she got there. Almost everyone was some degree of drunk, and she was pretty sure that some people were having sex in the filthy bathroom. She just hoped that Jon's match was first so she could get out of there.

Unfortunately for her, she had been sitting impatiently for over an hour, and she was getting restless. The matches, while entertaining, didn't mean much to her, since she only came to see one person in particular. Suddenly, she heard a name that sounded familiar, yet foreign at the same time. She leaned over to Danny and raised an eyebrow. "Is that Jon?"

Then he came out to the ring in a pair of small trunks, and freshly dyed pink hair. "There's your answer," he replied with a shrug.

As he leaned over the ropes, he nodded in her direction and smirked, then turned his attention to his opponent. Throughout the match, Amber kept wincing and jumping as Jon fell a little too hard and getting excited when he had the upper hand. It was the only match for the night she had ever done that for, and she figured it was because of Jon. And maybe she was delusional, but she noticed that every few seconds, Jon would glance in her direction.

Eventually, the match ended with Jon losing, and she watched as Jon limped out of the ring a few seconds after. "You think he's alright?" she asked, noticing how much it pained him to walk.

"Wanna go ask him? We can go backstage," he said, already getting out of his seat.

Of course, she tagged along with him, and was overwhelmed by the amount of fit people surrounding her; she felt really inferior. Nonetheless, she continued walking behind Danny while he looked for Jon. Eventually, they found him alone, leaning against a wall and drying himself off. When he saw them, he smirked and walked towards them. "How was it?" he asked with a smile.

"It was awesome, but how are you doing?" Danny asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Need a drink?"

He laughed and nodded. "What did you think about it, Amber?" his smile was barely there, but she could tell it was genuine.

"Why did you name yourself after my dog?" He just shrugged, then his attention went from her to another girl that was walking towards him. A girl who looked to be just a little bit taller than her with dyed red hair, wearing a sweatshirt that she'd seen Jon wear multiple times and shorts. "I- I'm going to the bathroom or something," she said before turning on her heel.

No one even paid attention to her; Danny was too busy looking at the girl walking in their direction. She found herself sitting by herself in a dark corner, waiting for when Danny finally notices her absence.

She was embarrassed. She had been sitting there for what felt like fifteen minutes and he didn't even call her. After twenty minutes, she decided she'd go look for him herself and tell him to take her home. It wasn't fun in the slightest. She walked towards where she last left them, only to see that Danny was gone, but Jon was pressed up against the same girl that captured his attention. The scene caused a lump to form in her throat.

As tears formed in her eyes, Jon looked at her, smirked, then went back to sticking his tongue down the girl's throat. She didn't know if it was some sick game he was playing, but she wanted no part of it. Without looking for Danny, she walked out of the arena and called her mother to pick her up. Her heart was pounding, her body was heated, and tears were streaming down her face.

She shouldn't even be crying; Jon wasn't hers to begin with, and she already had previous knowledge of him sleeping around. Then it hit her.

She loved him. She really loved him. And she just watched her first love dry hump another girl with full knowledge that she was standing right there. It was the most heartbreaking thing she had ever experienced, and she wished at that moment that he had never come into her life.